What Are You? - Ohmtoonz Fanfiction

Ryan (2)

"You're a fucking freak." Mike cursed loudly. Some of his friends laughed at the humiliated state I was in. He grabbed a glass bottle from the trash can next to him and threw it next to my head. I jumped but still didn't move as the glass shattered and some embedded itself into my skin. It stung, and I knew a piece of glass was stuck in my ear but I still refused to move. 

Moving around only ever made things worse. Cuts cut deeper, words flew faster, and people hit harder if you moved. 

Mike leaned down and grabbed me by my brown hair, thrusting my head into the brick wall behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to ignore the throbbing that rang through my head. I'm pretty sure at this point I could taste blood leaking into my mouth.  "I can't believe a f*g like you exists." He released my hair and I crumpled my head to look only at the ground. 

Don't move. Play dead. 

"Come on Mike let's get out of here before his dad comes to beat us up." My heart felt like it stopped for a second as the boy sneered out the last bit. "Oh wait!" He laughed. The rest of the group burst into uncontrollable laughter and walked off, making rude remarks about my appearance and family. I listened until I couldn't hear them anymore.

They're gone now Ryan. Those bastards are gone. 

I felt my arms shakily run up to my ear to yank out the large piece of glass wedged inside it. I pulled it out without a flinch and steadily stood up. Blood leaked from my ear and trailed down my neck. The side of my bandana was completely soaked in red. 

My new hoodie was ripped again by my tormentors. That's the third one this week!

I brushed myself off and wiped away some of the blood under my bandana. The soft fabric brushed against my battered lips. 

At least they only made comments about my bandana. They didn't take it off. Last time that happened I had rushed away from them with my hands covering my mouth. They couldn't catch up. I'm too small and fast for large bulky guys like them. 

So much for a no tolerance policy here.

I thought as I looked up at the school building. The teachers here could care less if I got beat up. Living in such a small town means that there are less people who wanted these jobs and are forced to do them because of money issues. A long time ago we barely had any teachers. The school offered higher prices for teachers and that brought in a bunch of people who don't care about the job in the slightest bit. I wiped off some blood on my hands onto the insides of my pants.

I should be able to walk home without getting asked if I committed a murder.

It's not like I would anyways. The police know almost everyone in town by name. They know me because of my dad and my...situation. Well, they don't know the real situation, but they know half of it. I sighed and started the long walk home from school, pulling up my bandana to cover my nose bleed as well. I yanked my hood up to cover the bloodied side of my bandana. 

My dad died a long time ago. The police ruled it as a suicide, but I still think he was murdered. Not that it matters what I think. 

My dad was the only thing holding my family together. Once he was dead my mom went on her quest to find a new husband. 

Find more money.

This resulted in her bringing home a new guy each night or, not coming home at all. She's almost always drunk and I hadn't seen her for a few days actually. Maybe she found, 'the one', again or she's asleep in her car on the side of the road somewhere.

I don't care.

My mother is not someone who I looked up to or liked as a child. I was always in favor of my father and now that he's gone, I just feel...lonely. The kids at school started to bully me as soon as they found out my dad was dead. I started high school and things only got worse. I was hoping to get a fresh start but freshman year a group of kids were dedicated to torturing me until I eventually die or kill myself. Or at least that's what it feels like.